I showed a picture of my peach pie yesterday, and I don’t think I need to make you drool over that any longer… but my family and I are obsessed. There’s one piece left right now, so there might be a bloodbath tomorrow. It’s honestly one of the best pies I’ve ever had in my life. (did i mention i baked it? modest, i know.)
So rather than post more tantalizing pie photos, I thought I’d share how I acquired so many peaches in the first place, starting with two words: Peach Festival.
My friend Arianna and I happened across it when we were driving through western country Virginia, and we knew we couldn’t pass up something so wonderful. If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you might have noticed: I love peaches. They’re almost certainly my favorite fruit, along with blueberries, and peach is my favorite flavor for many things.
We had just stopped for ice cream, so we didn’t sample their peach milkshakes or fresh pies… but they did have pick-your-own peaches. When I see those words, even now, they shimmer with magical brilliance.
For you see, I think I’ve lived my life so far without having ever seen a peach tree. Suddenly, there were rows and rows, and I was invited to explore and select my perfect peaches from their branches. I got to stand under the peach trees, breathing in their delightful scent as they sheltered me from a light rain. What bliss.
I returned from that nirvana with a box full of peaches and eager anticipation of jams and this perfect pie, and I was not disappointed. The pie is a perfect reminder of a glorious experience.
Congratulations to Courtney, the winner of Monday’s Cart Full of Fabric Giveaway! And there’s still half an hour left to enter Tuesday’s Giveaway, so head on over!
This photo is part of oh so lovely’s 30 Day Photo Challenge. Today is Day 16: What I Ate.